Strange... things.

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Breakfast is going, or the griddle is heating and coffee is brewing, anyway.  A simple steak.  Chops for later, if I want more food.  Two, thin cut, small.  More like tenderloin chops than rib chops?  Probably.  Can never be absolutely certain.

It is just hitting 70 out there, at about 13:00?  Okay.

I was dreaming, recently, a day or two ago, about women being removed from the ministry.  Not even sure why that is a point for me, being Catholic.  I laughed, when I woke.  Knowing the dream must be fiction, for the protestant denominations.  They are what they are, and won't change to the good for anything.  Then... I... read... that it is happening.  Then again, if there was a church which had some potential, it would be that one.  It's... a start.  Strange, to me though.  As I have no connection with that church.  Even back in the day, before Catholicism, it was never quite my gig.  But... there was some small respect for it... distantly.  Until it went woke.

And, someone was by.  Bugging me.  A girl.  Well... woman.  I can tell.  Something about how much of a cad I was, or pose to have been?  In either case, she was... unhappy about it.  Again.  Women seem to have no clue.  How many I had?  Many, eighty if one, and certainly one, so...  But... that isn't my point of contention with her.

Point?  Points.  First?  It took two to tango.  I never just took a woman without her consent, involvement, choice.  And, two?  There were so very many I just walked away from.  Whether it was momentary disinterest, some keen distrust in a particular woman, or because I just wasn't interested in a particular look... or feel.  Cad?  A rather particular one, if so.  And, it... wasn't... difficult.  Hell, I turned far more down than I accepted.  By a huge number.  Why?  Why not.  I could be picky, so was.  Even as terrible as that might sound, in either direction.  And I still, to a degree, don't care.  I still don't have to care.

And they meant it.  Keeping the baby, on their own, even if they couldn't keep me.  I knew, they knew, we knew.  Not... sure why, but truth.

Changed?  In some ways.  Fifteen years in self-imposed exile?

Fifteen?  Going on twenty.  Wouch.  Hasn't been easy.  As women are.

But shes still isn't... happy.  She wants... me to be guilty.  

Especially if it is with her.

Oh, I think about it.  I do.  *grins*